A springtime day; a windy hill:
A man had come to die.
Torture done, the crowd grew still:
He breathed out one last sigh.
Prince of life; Creator-Son–
Died on Calv’ry’s tree:
Lord of all creation,
Crucified for me!
Then all the shadowed sway of earth
Groaned aloud in pain–
That God, who came in humble birth,
Had died for mankind’s gain.
Prince of life; Creator-Son–
Died on Calv’ry’s tree:
Lord of all creation,
Crucified for me!
But as the heav’ns in darkness raged
And oceans foamed and roared,
Christ, the Son, would not be caged,
So, from death’s prison soared.
Prince of Life; Creator-Son:
Victorious, the battle’s won.
©1993 David W. Needham
And yes, I know it was not for me alone, but given the parable of the shepherd and the lost sheep, were I alone in need, He’d have done the same.
Now, THAT is a critial difference between Christianity and another religion that shall go unnamed.
David, I see this is from 1993. Have you noticed how each year the crucifixion becomes more meaningful? Thanks for this powerful depiction of the ultimate gift of grace.
God Bless you and yours on this Resurrection Day.
Maggie
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